Sunday Snippet

I'm having trouble pacing myself on Hellbent. The writing is going so well I overdid it twice last week, resulting in two Lost Days of me near-catatonic on the couch. In four days of writing I've produced nearly 9k words. o_O Granted, it all comes in ten and fifteen minute bursts over the course of the entire day, but that's still a lot of words to be happening and they take a toll. It just feels so good! *sigh* There's a ton of fun banter in it that I've missed (note to self: write more ensemble pieces), but this morning I woke up and chose violence angst.

Tell me y'all like it. Beware a spoiler for Good Intentions though.

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He understood why people scoffed at puppy love. But what he’d felt in those brief, brilliant weeks with Shen Wei still hurt his heart. He’d never felt that connection, that rightness, with anyone since. Well, almost. Not until recently. He shook his head. He couldn’t afford to think about Envoy with someone else’s bike in front of him.

Sure, part of it was nostalgia and the soft focus time threw over memories. It had been beautiful, though, and… pure, he had to admit, though he scoffed at notions of moral chastity. They’d never had time to go stale or sour. They never had a first fight, much less a last one. For the first and only time, Zhao Yunlan had been in it to win it. Until Shen Wei was taken away against his wishes, anyway. Against both their wishes.

Yes, both of them. Zhao Yunlan would still swear it, despite all the years, all the silence.